Talk about a wet dream. “Don’t slip on the wet floor.” I said. “Well here’s where you can help. Have you ever tried to dry yourself with one hand? It’s very difficult.” I’ll get you dried off after breakfast. Eat it while it’s hot.” She stepped up to the meals table and sniffed the air. “Ah bacon, there’s nothing to compare.” and sat right down adjusting her towel so that it was looser. As she was eating she kept adjusting the towel to stop it from slipping down. She saw me looking. “It’s also hard to tie a towel around you with one hand.” I finished eating and got another cumshot towel and started babe drying her hair. “If you need a hand just ask OK. If you can’t tie the towel I’ll help. If you can’t button up that blows call me. If Brunette you can’t wipe your arse you’re in trouble course you’re on your own there.” Ha Ha Ha She started laughing so hard that the towel did drop away from her chest and fell down to the chair she was blowjob sitting on. She left it there and leant back as I dried her hair. Her nipples started to poke out “Do you have a brush?” I asked. “Yes in my duffel.” I went to her duffel and rummaged around pov till I found her brush and her vibrator. I brought the brush back and started to brush out her long hair. She leant back into the chair letting her hair fall unrestricted down over the back and giving me an unrestricted view of her entire body down to her pussy, coated in a fine stubble of blond hair. I was Horney and had a huge boner tenting my shorts. I adjusted it so it wasn’t so obvious and said. “There you go all dried and brushed. Remember, box out! They bounced together, so soft and pillowy. "Though, you may have to Brunette wait for somebody else to finish in me." Lucy cried out. “It’s not up to you, young lady,” Titus said with a firm slap on my ass, “Your daddy needs to keep an eye on you.” But the footsteps faded over the carpet. “Not a thing, Chief…er, I mean, Matt. “Will you fuck me next time you massage me”, she sobbed. It sank deep into my skin, my cumshot blood vessels and muscles feeling like they could remain firm for hours. No plans to marry. Deryk was gone, of course, and there was no sign of his pov clothes; his blue designer shorts, his nautical babe striped Diesel briefs and his “X”-Men T-shirt, the wallet, were all blowjob gone. "Uh...no. No sir I don't."